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Perfect Imperfection

IMPERFECTION
Look at me
Really look at me
I'm flawed
I have scars
Bruises
Big ones too
I'm cracked no doubt 
And my hair isn’t down to my shoes
I dress in not so nice ways
And i really like my food
Outside I’m flawed and not so pretty


Now look into my mind
You’ll see the same
IMPERFECTIONS
I dislike my mind so much
I overthink
I daydream
But instead its nightmares
I pour out my mind
Onto the pages of my book
Until I’m left empty
It leaves my mind aching
Aching to be filled with more words
But they come so slowly 
Yet I’m always thinking

PERFECTION
Something that can never be achieved
All of us are flawed
We try so hard
To be ‘perfect’
We change
Our bodies
Our clothes
Our minds
We change to please each other
But if we are all changing together
We will never reach an end
The cycle will go on
And on

PERFECT IMPERFECTION
This is something we can achieve
We become our own perfect
We change only for us
Never for them
Realization seeps in
We see what we don’t like
And only then do we change
We dye our hair
We buy new clothes
We go on a diet
We start exercising
We better ourselves
And again 
Only for us
Never for them

Copyright © George Timm | Year Posted 2017



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I Wish You Could Have Stayed

You were a fire
Warming this icy world
Your kind words pulled me from the dark.
Everyone time your lips pulled into a smile
My heart warmed a little more
And life less awful for a while

I wish you could have stayed.

Young and full of life
It wasn’t your time.
There were too many who pointed at you and said
“That girl, she’s mine.”
You had dreams to pursue
And chances to take
Life had so much in store for you.

I wish you could have stayed.

There are times I spends hours
Sometimes days
Thinking of why it had to be you.
Asking myself over and over
Why that road?
Why that lane?
Why her?

Why couldn’t you have stayed?

The world is a strange place
It breaks people
And afterward 
Many are strong at the broken places.
But I don’t feel strong
I feel incomplete
It all feels so wrong
 I’m suffocated with the pain of you.

I wish you could have stayed.

Although it hurts
It’s better that you left
This cruel world 
It would have given you many burdens
And little joys
I know you’re better off
In a place with no stupid boys
Or hopeless nights
So even though it’ll always hurt
I know that it was right

That instead of staying you left.

Copyright © George Timm | Year Posted 2017

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Torn Apart

I’ve let you tear me apart piece by piece
 hoping you find something you like. 
But you never did.
 You tore till you had no more to tear 
and then you left me laying in a heap of pieces.
 Every part of me broken.
 Every part of me was given to you in hope that maybe
Someday
 I could be the one to please you.
 But I wasn’t.
 Now I’m starting to see maybe that was okay.
 I watch as you and her laugh
 and smile together
I wonder how long it will be
 until you end up hurting her just like you did to me. 
I wonder how long
How long until you to start tearing her apart
 until nothing is left.
 And when that day comes I’ll cry for her
 because she saw you as perfect. I saw you as perfect.
 but you proved me wrong. 
I wish to god I wasn’t.
But I guess I should have known not to trust you.

Copyright © George Timm | Year Posted 2017

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Different

Every book
Every story
They may look the same
But may you be fooled
For on the inside
You’ll find my dear
A different story
A different beginning 
A different ending
They all come from different places
Different minds
Not one the same
But all the same
They might all have a plain cover
Grey and worn with a tattered spine
But once opened you’ll find
A unique story behind each one
Hiding behind a plain cover
Is a world of imagination
A safe place for your mind to go

Copyright © George Timm | Year Posted 2017

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Closing

Yellow walls
Wooden floors
Soft music plays
An opening door
People chatter
It’s a peaceful murmur
Slowly they get up and leave
It begins to quiet
Soon no one remains
I’m the only one left
I take it all in
One last time
Then i pack my bag
My chair squeaks as i move
Scraping the wooden floors
Standing up
I breath the last scent of coffee
i walk out the door
Goodbye memories

Copyright © George Timm | Year Posted 2017




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